Monday, 19 October 2009

A School-kid's Pure Hate

His hatred for his controllers festered as only hate can - deep in the gut.It nourished him.Gave his life the little meaning it had.Made sense of Monday’s symbolic promise of five school-days coming.The week sprawled out in front of him.The soul-crushing, tedious hours.The awful journey from controlling class to controlling class… to controlling home.And back again.And, yes, he made sense of Sunday’s death-routines too